The Charming Ex-Wife

Chapter 7 You Shouldn’t Touch That Pocket

suit jacket, She appeared displeased with a hint of redness around her eyes. “I’ve said it before. Josiah and I are just friends.” Despite her smile, it seemed strained and unnatural. The onlookers were not oblivious to the complexity of the situation. Lysanne’s expression hinted at something more was at play. “Josiah, you and Lysanne…” Regaining his composure, Josiah returned to his usual demeanor and softly replied, “It’s getting late. Let’s all head home. Lysander, let’s go.” Lysander nodded in agreement. “Okay.” She then turned to Lysanne and extended her hand. “Thank you, Miss Thorne. You can give me Josiah’s jacket.” Lysanne clung onto the suit jacket tightly refusing to let go. “I’ll be going back with you anyway, so I’ll hold onto it.” With many onlookers, Lysander hesitated for a moment before relenting, “Alright, I have to help Josiah walk. Thank you, Miss Thorne.” Then, Josiah interjected, “Let’s go.” Walking ahead with Josiah, Lysanne followed behind with his coat as they exited, leaving the spectators inside bewildered. “What just happened?” “I have no clue…” Miles approached with a glass of wine, downed it in one go, shook his head, and sighed, “One should seize opportunities when they arise; don’t wait until it’s too late to take action.” “Hahaha! Miles, the poetic drunkard, what’s that supposed to mean? We don’t get it.” “It means—” He suddenly slammed the glass down, gazing at Lysanne’s solitary figure in the distance before sighing, “If only one had known earlier, one would have acted differently.” As soon as they stepped outside, the cold night wind immediately greeted them. Lysander shivered from the cold. Fortunately, Josiah’s body was warm, and his warmth gradually spread to her, dispelling the chill from half of her body. Unable to drive after drinking, he said, “I’ll call a driver.” But Lysanne quickly took out her phone to make the arrangements. “I’ll drive,” Lysander offered. Surprised, Josiah asked, “You can drive?” She smiled. “Yes, but I haven’t had many opportunities to do so.” For the past three years, Josiah had always picked her up and dropped her off for work. Even when she had to work late at night, he would dutifully act as her driver. It was the first time he didn’t insist on taking her to the hospital. Lysander then inquired, “Where are the car keys?” “In my pocket,” Josiah replied. Then, Lysander searched through his suit jacket pocket and asked, “But they’re not here?” Josiah was quite drunk, with half his weight leaning on her while resting his head on her shoulder. He frowned and said, “They’re in my pants pocket.” “Well, stand up. I can’t reach it like this.” “I can do it. Let me!” Lysanne exclaimed, bravely walking over and reaching out to dig into Josiah’s suit pants pocket. But Lysander stopped her. “Miss Thorne, it’s not very convenient for you to reach into